Its been a while but i really feel like i need to get this off my chest.


In the weekend I tried to create a masterpeice of visual movement. It was an interpretive dance motion piece. but it turned out to be an interpretive farce. I feel like a failur. all my spoonsers who back me up are very angry and i am afraid to answer the door or the phone.

I am living a knightmeer and its kiling me slowly from my internal regions.


That is all.





But in other news, i finally found my house keys and no longer have to live in this internet cafe. Il be on my way home as i finish this blog entry. I cant express how i feel.